Chapter 4: Punks, Warriors, and Demons
Tristen launched herself at Sheamus, catching him off guard. The spear worked perfectly, and the new Superstar grinned and waited for the Celtic Warrior to stand before hitting him with a left hook.
"Did you see that? Hellaena is disrespecting Sheamus!"
Turning, the black-haired girl flipped off Michael Cole, giving Sheamus the opportunity to deliver a high Brogue Kick to her head.
He went for the pin, but Tristen wasn't about to lose her second match. She just barely kicked out at two, and Sheamus was dumbfounded.
Slowly, Tristen got to her knees and looked up at the Irishman.
"Is that all you got, Sheamus? Ha. I've beaten girls who fight better," she said as she quickly hooked her arms around his ankles and pulled. Sheamus fell to the mat, giving Tristen the chance to climb the turnbuckle and deliver a devastating 450 splash. But she wasn't finished yet. She ran to the corner, waiting for her opponent to stand, then speared him to the ground, covering and getting the win.
Times are looking grim these days
Holding onto everything
Its hard to draw the line
And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space
Tortured by my memories of what I've left behind
Shut the fuck up! Get up!
Shut the fuck up! Get up!
Shut the fuck up! Get up!
Gesturing for a mic, Tristen stood looking down at the fallen Warrior.
"Sheamus, Sheamus, Sheamus. You underestimated me simply because I'm a female. Well guess what? This female just made you her bitch!"
The crowd screamed, and she grinned.
"If there is anyone in the back who thinks they can beat me, then come out now!"
Pyros on the ramp exploded as the arena went dark. Then, creepy organ music sounded as Kane's titantron began to play. Punk stood up and slid into the ring, touching Tristen's shoulder as a gesture that he had her back.
Kane walked down the ramp, just staring at the two in the ring.
Punk silently moved in front of Tristen, protecting her from the demon.
"I didn't come out here to pick a fight with you, Punk. I came out, for her!"
"Me? So this is you accepting my challenge?"
Slowly, Kane grinned.
"When and where, Straightedge Princess?"
Tristen smiled evilly, thinking for a moment.
"Hell in a Cell. No holds barred, bring your own weapons match. I win, you leave Zack and Eve alone. You win, I'll be your personal slave for six months."
"Be careful who you play with, Hellaena. The stakes are very high."
"Don't worry, Kane. I know exactly what I'm doing."